“It's our song," he murmured into my ear.”

“If I meet you at your third floor window tonight, will you let me in?” he whispers softly against my ear, hardly a murmur.”

“Mine, he declared.Never, she returned.His mouth moved to her ear and he murmured, “We’ll see.”

“It's an old song that's been played on all the jukeboxes in America. The song has been around so long that it's been recorded on the very dust of America and it has settled on everything and changed chairs and cars and toys and lamps and windows into billions of phonographs to play that song back into the ear of our broken heart.”

“Holmes was for the moment as startled as I. His hand closed like a vice upon my wrist in his agitation. Then he broke into a low laugh and put his lips to my ear."It is a nice household," he murmured. "That is the baboon.”

“Love you, Tabby." Oh yes. I pressed the insides of my thighs to his hips, wrapped my arms tight around him, and whispered in his ear, "Love you too, Shy." His mouth moved below my ear and he murmured against my skin, "Everything to me.”